[ He’d given here the one he was working on largely to not waste a cig in case they weren’t to her liking, but he makes an appreciative noise as soon as he realizes what she’s doing. He gives a little nod when the cigarette is dipped to the tobacco in the pipe, then smoothly takes back the cigarette once it’s offered back. ]

My tastes go simple. [ He shrugs, taking a drag from the cigarette, then re-pockets the lighter since it’s no longer needed. Even when he’s done with this one, he’s going to resist the urge to light up another right away. ] Used to smoke from a pipe myself, but eh, too much to carry around. Prefer stuff that’ll fit in my pockets nowadays.

[ Like any god, he’d partaken in picietl, but more often he would make an appearance to someone indulging in it with a little of a hallucinogenic edge. But that kind of thing feels old-fashioned to him now. The simple cigarettes are just easier, so as he drops his hand from his mouth (cigarette still there, though), he looks a little surprised for a moment before his smile quirks. ]

That obvious? [ He’s not sure if it is, but he also doesn’t exactly care, so. ] Yep. Just dug my way out the other day. Still wandering around to see what all this place is about.